Cómete los mocos,
no te vuelvas loco,
múdate a Nueva Orleans.
Gripe postmoderna,
rabo entre las piernas,
Clark Kent ya no es superman.
Mierda y disimulo,
crisis por el culo
del zulo a tu nariz.
Crisis, crisis, crisis…
jajaja q hueva escribir
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